Dark Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
daylight ends
struggling to touch daylight
my body hurts and I can't reach the blueness
my soul sinks into the dark
where melancholy stirs within me
She has something to say
then with a heavy, indigo voice
she utters some days are bluer than blue
culted truth the ink is heady
my thoughts spill from my veins
in deep pools of honesty
I'm in pain, and sorrow lurks
weighing in also
speaking in metaphors, she purges
talk not of the black dog
instead, remember the red door
It doesn't make sense
but inside me,...
my body hurts and I can't reach the blueness
my soul sinks into the dark
where melancholy stirs within me
She has something to say
then with a heavy, indigo voice
she utters some days are bluer than blue
culted truth the ink is heady
my thoughts spill from my veins
in deep pools of honesty
I'm in pain, and sorrow lurks
weighing in also
speaking in metaphors, she purges
talk not of the black dog
instead, remember the red door
It doesn't make sense
but inside me,...
#dark
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damned
drinking from the readily damned
cut wrists bound by whispers
sutures of trust splinter
coming undone at the seams
a day to die under a grey sky
nostalgia burns and curses are heard
as nothing is working
the pain is screaming
in expletives of anguish
Reality rushes, and I spin
sewing together my heart
from spider silk
whose deadly venom intoxicates me
Of course it's the dangerous I play with
not understanding it's me that's cursed
Signing my name at midnight in the Book of Shadows
my...
cut wrists bound by whispers
sutures of trust splinter
coming undone at the seams
a day to die under a grey sky
nostalgia burns and curses are heard
as nothing is working
the pain is screaming
in expletives of anguish
Reality rushes, and I spin
sewing together my heart
from spider silk
whose deadly venom intoxicates me
Of course it's the dangerous I play with
not understanding it's me that's cursed
Signing my name at midnight in the Book of Shadows
my...
#dark
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the lament of blackbirds
my sadness peaks in the internal storms
resting in my sanctuary of doubt
with the belief I am safe from the chaotic feelings
hunkered down behind the strongest walls
A strangled scream is ripped from my soul
as I see faces in the window
people I care for vanishing
It is time to close down
and yet my soul chooses to linger
haunting a place that knows me well
it's halls my sacred place
my forlorn demons look to me
We are once again homeless
blackbirds of the host picking at carrion
taking flight to land...
resting in my sanctuary of doubt
with the belief I am safe from the chaotic feelings
hunkered down behind the strongest walls
A strangled scream is ripped from my soul
as I see faces in the window
people I care for vanishing
It is time to close down
and yet my soul chooses to linger
haunting a place that knows me well
it's halls my sacred place
my forlorn demons look to me
We are once again homeless
blackbirds of the host picking at carrion
taking flight to land...
#birds
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#metaphor
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Each Time I Look At The Picture
Each time I look at
the picture of you
with that smile, it
hurts to miss you
so much even today.
A year ago today,
a drunk driver
murdered you.
the picture of you
with that smile, it
hurts to miss you
so much even today.
A year ago today,
a drunk driver
murdered you.
#alcohol
#death
#dialogue
#fiction
#FreeVerse
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Rose Tattoo
Rose Tattoo”
Cutting deep beneath indigo sorrow
Misery rises forcing you to swallow
Loving agony a pleading masochist
No hope or faith, depression resists
Warped inside twisted & wikked smile
Neverland nor Eden would ever I exile
‘Pon witching hour dawn slips to kneel
Dictating violet heart right before the kill
Looking for a secret doorway in the shine
Violence swept throughout hollowed pine
Within vessel brutal ebony kept strangling
Hangman's noose low whisper, fable telling
...
Cutting deep beneath indigo sorrow
Misery rises forcing you to swallow
Loving agony a pleading masochist
No hope or faith, depression resists
Warped inside twisted & wikked smile
Neverland nor Eden would ever I exile
‘Pon witching hour dawn slips to kneel
Dictating violet heart right before the kill
Looking for a secret doorway in the shine
Violence swept throughout hollowed pine
Within vessel brutal ebony kept strangling
Hangman's noose low whisper, fable telling
...
#dark
#depression
#despair
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Bury me
No flowers, no prayers, no whispered regret—
just dirt swallowing what’s left of me.
No hands to fold, no tears to fall,
only silence, thick and suffocating.
They do not come, not after everything.
Not after I made my love a blade,
cut them open just to watch them bleed,
pushed them far enough to never return.
The world does not stop, not for ghosts,
not for the wreckage I became.
Only the worms will cradle my bones,
only the dark will call me home.
just dirt swallowing what’s left of me.
No hands to fold, no tears to fall,
only silence, thick and suffocating.
They do not come, not after everything.
Not after I made my love a blade,
cut them open just to watch them bleed,
pushed them far enough to never return.
The world does not stop, not for ghosts,
not for the wreckage I became.
Only the worms will cradle my bones,
only the dark will call me home.
#despair
#emptiness
#FeelingTrapped #grief
#FeelingTrapped #grief
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Luce
brother of mine
What say you of misfits and rebels?
Seeing is believing; freedom rings true for some
unrelenting pain is garnered
and I lost sight of you in the mists
sacred art is to know you
unforgiven on the path
resurrecting old demons
my thoughts observe and interfere when you need
my vow kept
I'll see you in the eternal
void of valor it was for naught
seeking truth in all you say
slaughtered without sight are the innocent
created to fight and nothing more
vulnerable honesty
now...
What say you of misfits and rebels?
Seeing is believing; freedom rings true for some
unrelenting pain is garnered
and I lost sight of you in the mists
sacred art is to know you
unforgiven on the path
resurrecting old demons
my thoughts observe and interfere when you need
my vow kept
I'll see you in the eternal
void of valor it was for naught
seeking truth in all you say
slaughtered without sight are the innocent
created to fight and nothing more
vulnerable honesty
now...
#angels
#brother
#dark
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The Scraping Of My Bone
Blood stains on the concrete wall
Red rivers flowing on the floor
Hidden shadows in corners crawl
A chilling draft creaking the door
The flickering light enrages
As I quickly scan the room
Clanging sounds of rattling cages
This torture chamber of doom
His dirty hands and jagged nails
Slowly dragging his hatchet
The smell of bloody entrails
Filled with crawling maggots
Soulless black beady eyes
Gazed hauntingly into mine
Echoes of blood curdling cries ...
Red rivers flowing on the floor
Hidden shadows in corners crawl
A chilling draft creaking the door
The flickering light enrages
As I quickly scan the room
Clanging sounds of rattling cages
This torture chamber of doom
His dirty hands and jagged nails
Slowly dragging his hatchet
The smell of bloody entrails
Filled with crawling maggots
Soulless black beady eyes
Gazed hauntingly into mine
Echoes of blood curdling cries ...
#anxiety
#emptiness
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Calling About Tuesday
Calling About Tuesday
I hung up on him twice
but he kept right on calling
all through the night till the sun
began to rise.
'Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring Rrring!'
“Won't you please leave me alone!”
'Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring!'
From the telephone.
I unplugged the phone from the wall.
Still it would ring!
I threw it against the wall
shattering the thing!
I went out for a walk to relax, clear my mind.
The park near my home always my place
to get away from it all for a while.
...
I hung up on him twice
but he kept right on calling
all through the night till the sun
began to rise.
'Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring Rrring!'
“Won't you please leave me alone!”
'Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring Rrrring!'
From the telephone.
I unplugged the phone from the wall.
Still it would ring!
I threw it against the wall
shattering the thing!
I went out for a walk to relax, clear my mind.
The park near my home always my place
to get away from it all for a while.
...
#anxiety
#dark
#fear
#frustration
#horror
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sarcastic
trying my hand with shadows
tying my wrists I bind letting my demons fly
sacred art to touch the immortal pine
interesting homage to the unseen that move among us
disturbing nor trespassing I observe
fleeting thought to look away
but the closer I look instead
creating mischief not to be mistaken for horror
This is a familiar game
the unseemly are family
and we play in jest
Sharpening our blades but not cutting too deep
Sarcasm drips sardonic rule
If you are too friendly, they won't think you're one...
tying my wrists I bind letting my demons fly
sacred art to touch the immortal pine
interesting homage to the unseen that move among us
disturbing nor trespassing I observe
fleeting thought to look away
but the closer I look instead
creating mischief not to be mistaken for horror
This is a familiar game
the unseemly are family
and we play in jest
Sharpening our blades but not cutting too deep
Sarcasm drips sardonic rule
If you are too friendly, they won't think you're one...
#dark
#love
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Dead Inside
to say i'm utterly
devastated is an
understatement
i feel crushed
The day after
i saw our home
will be closing
its doors i was
told Two of my
supportworkers
will have to stop
due to protocols
and regulations
the government
who Wants more
money & power
they always do
it means i'll lose
3/4 of my support
system including
the deep site my
lifeline & you guys
everything familiar
feels like i'm walking
on...
devastated is an
understatement
i feel crushed
The day after
i saw our home
will be closing
its doors i was
told Two of my
supportworkers
will have to stop
due to protocols
and regulations
the government
who Wants more
money & power
they always do
it means i'll lose
3/4 of my support
system including
the deep site my
lifeline & you guys
everything familiar
feels like i'm walking
on...
#dark
#depression
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Sleepless Dreams
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ For I know some people's may and will take this message, in different kinds of way as it is just, a mental stimulation of silent thoughts. FROM sleepless nights when I can't just turn my mind off from the deepest thoughts, that creeps in the dark deepness of my mind. For sure it's necessary to understand that tomorrow isn't a promise to anyone, for sure what I'm saying is facts not fiction. For sure it will sound morbid, to some people's yet there are those who has felt these real genuine...
#aging
#cancer
#death
#emotional
#metaphor
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